Hana Yoon survives by control.
At Lunarelle, she is indispensable - the woman who absorbs pressure, fixes disasters, and keeps powerful people calm. She knows how to be useful without being seen, trusted without being chosen. In a world built on hierarchy, she has learned that proximity to power is safer than needing it.
Until two men begin pulling at her from opposite ends of the same fault line.
Her boss is the first threat.
Married. Charismatic. Untouchable.
A man who shaped her career, blurred her boundaries, and taught her how to mistake dependence for devotion. His attention is subtle but possessive, wrapped in praise, expectation, and a history that refuses to stay buried. He does not need to claim her - he already assumes her loyalty.
The colleague is the second danger.
Quiet. Watchful. Controlled.
He does not ask for her trust. He earns it by standing where others step back, by seeing her exhaustion and refusing to look away. His presence is steady, protective - and deeply destabilizing. What grows between them is not permission, but inevitability.
Caught between authority and obsession, safety and desire, Hana becomes the center of a silent war - one fought through proximity, power, and restraint. Every choice tightens the trap. Every moment of hesitation becomes a betrayal to someone.
Office Hours Only is a dark exploration of emotional cheating, toxic attachment, and the violence of being wanted by the wrong people for the wrong reasons. It is a story where love is not redemptive, boundaries are strategic, and survival often looks like complicity.
Because in some workplaces, love is not forbidden.
It is weaponized.
And the most dangerous affairs don't happen after hours -
they happen quietly... during office hours.
When a fire takes everything from Mia, her parents, her home, and the life she once knew, she is adopted by her mother's best friend, Jules Kingsley. Moving into the Kingsley mansion should be a fresh start, but her new brother, Damon, has other plans.
Damon is ruthless, possessive, and impossible to avoid. He's made it his mission to remind Mia that she doesn't belong, and their hatred for each other burns brighter with every interaction. But living under the same roof means there is no escape, no distance, no way to keep the lines from blurring.
He wants control. He wants her submission. He wants her, no matter how wrong it is. And the more Mia resists, the more his obsession grows, twisting every fight into something darker, every stolen glance into a game neither of them can win.